You've got to take your mind off him |
But not with aspirins |
You won't |
You won't let your family in |
Like smoke your body comes |
Through the gaps in the urban slums |
You try |
You try to speak american |
When you don't know what you want |
You end up finding that you haunt your own |
Your own life |
You're the daylight ghost that creeps |
You're the empty city streets and I |
And I see you |
And those talkshows fill your days |
Something is slipping away |
Sometimes it feels like you don't have a body |
Your skin is cellophane |
You know I feel the same |
Sometimes it feels like you don't have a body |
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When you make a cup of tea |
You act like it's alchemy |
But it's not |
It's not what you think it to be |
Seeing everything as signs |
Seeing everything as lines always |
Always lying saying you're fine |
When you don't know what you want |
You end up finding that you haunt your own |
Your own life |
You're the daylight ghost that creeps |
You're the empty city streets and I |
And I see you |
And those talkshows fill your days |
Something is slipping away |
Sometimes it feels like you don't have a body |
Your skin is cellophane |
You know I feel the same |
Sometimes it feels like you don't have a body |
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When you don't know what you want
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